Wayward Ghosts - Nathan Gray

There’s no movement in this room there’s no spirit to consume

Kissing corpses on display mouthing only words of agony

We can walk away into the night

If it all comes down we must burn before we drown

This is a call to higher ground

We’ve seen it all before why do we still open the door

For wayward ghosts from whitewashed graves

Tragic lives still begging to be saints

Well mark me a sinner if this is what you’ve saved